It's shaping up to be a very busy week, so my posts might be shorter than usual. Apologies!
The craft room is slowly coming together, and my little sewing machine is out on display as though I actually know how to use it. Funny, that. I have a real filing cabinet now too, instead of those plastic boxy things you can get at Staples when you can't afford a proper filing cabinet. Thank goodness for in-laws and their magical garages. As though the filing cabinet wasn't enough, we've got a dining set, dishes, appliances, a fridge and a hutch when we need one. That is some garage, let me tell you.
I burned my index finger on the stove, but otherwise I've had a pleasant evening doing nada. I finally bit the bullet and ordered a new pickup for my banjo, which is mildly depressing, but it will be worthwhile if the sound improves. And I feel oddly giddy when I think about the huge garbage bag full of stuff I donated over the weekend. Not only will someone else enjoy what I no longer use, but I also won't trip over the popcorn maker again! Or the humidifier! Or the gigantic silver bike helmet I bought at Canadian Tire! (Honestly, that thing was so big people would check themselves out when I pedaled by. It was like strapping a full-length mirror to my head. Safety first, kids.)
I know I mentioned this in the comments, but has anyone else noticed how goddamn expensive Value Village has gotten? I feel like circulating an open letter. It would read:
"Dear Value Village:
I'm onto you. I know you are selling used goods for the same amount of money it would cost to buy that shit new. YOU AREN'T FOOLING ME, JERKS. I will not pay $20 for a DOILY.